Quotes About Contentment

Life's too short. If it's going to make you happy, then that's the way to go.

sleeping. She

Her fondest wish had come true, and here she was actually living smack-dab in the middle of what she once thought to be an impossible dream.

wasn't her love and attention enough

I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me. A nearby field, a ray of sunlight, a little bit of calm along with a bit of bread, not to feel oppressed by the knowledge that I exist, not to demand anything from others, and not to have others demand anything from me - this was denied me, like the spare change we might deny a beggar not because we're mean-hearted but because we don't feel like unbuttoning our coat.

I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me.

Should you ask me if I'm happy, I'll answer that I'm not.

Sickness occurs when we desire what we need and what's desirable with equal intensity, suffering our lack of perfection as if we were suffering for lack of bread.

A nossa alma e o céu e a terra bastam-nos.     Querer mais é perder isto, e ser infeliz.

I have all the conditions for happiness, save happiness. The conditions are detached from one another.

May the Gods all preserve for me (until my present form ceases) this clear and sunlit view of external reality, the instinctive awareness of my unimportance, the cosiness of being small, and the solace of being able to imagine myself happy.

A avea cât s? m?nânci ÅŸi s? bei,unde s? locuieÅŸti ÅŸi puÅ£in timp liber ca s? poÅ£i s? visezi,s? scrii sau s? dormi,oare ce aÅŸ putea s? le cer mai mult Zeilor,sau s? sper din partea Destinului?

Wise is the man who monotonizes his existence, for then each minor incident seems a marvel.

All I ever asked of life was that it should pass me by without my even noticing it.

Circondati di rose, ama, bevi e taci. Il resto è niente.

Before my unfeeling eyes, the repressed bitterness of my whole life peels off the suit of natural joy it wears in the prolonged randomness of every day. I realize that I'm always sad, however happy or content I may often feel. And the part of me that realizes this stands a little behind me...

Calm because I'm unknown, And myself because I'm calm, I want to fill my days With wanting nothing from them. For those whom wealth touches, Gold irritates the skin. For those on whom fame blows, Life fogs over. On those for whom happiness Is their sun, night will fall. But those who hope for nothing Are glad for whatever comes.

It all comes down to trying to experience tedium in a way that does not hurt.

Hayattan çok az ÅŸey istedim - ama o, o kadar?n? bile esirgedi benden Az?c?k güneÅŸ, k?rlar, bir lokma ekmek bir lokma huzur, can?m? fazla yakmayacak bir yaÅŸama bilincim olsun ve bir de ne kimseye muhtaç olay?m ne el alem bana muhtaç olsun.

Se eu pudesse trincar a terra toda  E sentir-lhe uma paladar, Seria mais feliz um momento ...  Mas eu nem sempre quero ser feliz.  É preciso ser de vez em quando infeliz  Para se poder ser natural...

Por mim, escrevo a prosa dos meus versos  E fico contente, Porque sei que compreendo a Natureza por fora; E não a compreendo por dentro Porque a Natureza não tem dentro; Senão não era a Natureza.

We should be content with the incomprehensibility of the universe; the desire to understand makes us less than human, for to be human is to know that one does not understand.

Não sei se é amor que tens, ou amor que finges, O que me dás. Dás-mo. Tanto me basta. Já que o não sou por tempo, Seja eu jovem por erro. Pouco os deuses nos dão, e o pouco é falso. Porém, se o dão, falso que seja, a dádiva É verdadeira. Aceito, Cerro olhos: é bastante. Que mais quero?

The astonishing reality of things, Is my discovery every day, Each thing is what it is, And it's hard to explain to someone how happy this makes me, And how much this suffices me.